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Chapters (85)
  1. Cover
  2. Also by Gareth L. Powell and available from Titan Books
  3. Title Page
  4. Copyright
  5. Dedication
  6. Prologue: Pelapatarn
  7. Part One: Three Years Later
  8. One: Sal Konstanz
  9. Two: Ona Sudak
  10. Three: Ashton Childe
  11. Four: Sal Konstanz
  12. Five: Trouble Dog
  13. Six: Sal Konstanz
  14. Seven: Ashton Childe
  15. Eight: Sal Konstanz
  16. Nine: Sal Konstanz
  17. Ten: Trouble Dog
  18. Eleven: Ona Sudak
  19. Twelve: Sal Konstanz
  20. Thirteen: Trouble Dog
  21. Fourteen: Nod
  22. Fifteen: Sal Konstanz
  23. Sixteen: Ona Sudak
  24. Seventeen: Sal Konstanz
  25. Eighteen: Ashton Childe
  26. Nineteen: Ona Sudak
  27. Twenty: Sal Konstanz
  28. Twenty-One: Ashton Childe
  29. Twenty-Two: Trouble Dog
  30. Twenty-Three: Ona Sudak
  31. Twenty-Four: Sal Konstanz
  32. Twenty-Five: Trouble Dog
  33. Twenty-Six: Ashton Childe
  34. Twenty-Seven: Trouble Dog
  35. Twenty-Eight: Nod
  36. Twenty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  37. Thirty: Sal Konstanz
  38. Thirty-One: Nod
  39. Thirty-Two: Ona Sudak
  40. Thirty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  41. Thirty-Four: Nod
  42. Thirty-Five: Ashton Childe
  43. Thirty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  44. Thirty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  45. Thirty-Eight: Ashton Childe
  46. Thirty-Nine: Ona Sudak
  47. Forty: Trouble Dog
  48. Forty-One: Sal Konstanz
  49. Part Two: The Marble Armada
  50. Forty-Two: Ona Sudak
  51. Forty-Three: Sal Konstanz
  52. Forty-Four: Nod
  53. Forty-Five: Trouble Dog
  54. Forty-Six: Sal Konstanz
  55. Forty-Seven: Ashton Childe
  56. Forty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  57. Forty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  58. Fifty: Nod
  59. Fifty-One: Ashton Childe
  60. Fifty-Two: Ona Sudak
  61. Fifty-Three: Trouble Dog
  62. Fifty-Four: Ona Sudak
  63. Fifty-Five: Sal Konstanz
  64. Fifty-Six: Ashton Childe
  65. Fifty-Seven: Ona Sudak
  66. Fifty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  67. Fifty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  68. Sixty: Ashton Childe
  69. Sixty-One: Ona Sudak
  70. Sixty-Two: Sal Konstanz
  71. Sixty-Three: Ona Sudak
  72. Sixty-Four: Nod
  73. Sixty-Five: Trouble Dog
  74. Sixty-Six: Ashton Childe
  75. Sixty-Seven: Sal Konstanz
  76. Sixty-Eight: Trouble Dog
  77. Sixty-Nine: Sal Konstanz
  78. Seventy: Sal Konstanz
  79. Seventy-One: Ashton Childe
  80. Seventy-Two: Trouble Dog
  81. Seventy-Three: The Marble Armada
  82. Seventy-Four: Nod
  83. Acknowledgements
  84. About the Author
  85. Also Available from Titan Books

After a few minutes of rest and a quick drink of water, we continued to work our way down the oversized staircase, our ears constantly alert for sounds of pursuit. With his longer legs and lighter frame, Adam found the going easier. The aches and pains in my protesting legs eventually obliged me to shelve my pride and allow him to help. As I eased myself over the lip of each step, he took my elbow and supported as much of my weight as he could, taking the pressure from my knees.

“Thank you,” I said, feeling like an old woman. He merely smiled, eyes averted with the embarrassment the young feel around the elderly and infirm. It was hard to remember that, only three days ago, we’d been enthusiastically fucking each other’s brains out. Now, he saw me as something quite different. The poet he’d worshipped had changed like clay in his hands, shifting to reveal the face of a medusa—a middle-aged war criminal in a pair of dead girl’s shoes.

“Is it my imagination,” he asked after a few minutes, “or is it getting lighter in here?”

I had been moving on autopilot, preoccupied with self-pity. But now Adam mentioned it, I realised the air around us had grown almost imperceptibly brighter. The quartz walls and ribbed ceiling were giving off a faint and milky luminescence—one that increased in intensity as we continued our descent, until, after another twenty steps, our torches had become superfluous. We turned them off and stood blinking at each other in the pale light.

Adam put a palm against the smooth wall. “It’s beautiful,” he said.

I couldn’t help but agree. “It reminds me of a full moon.”

“A full moon?” Adam looked puzzled, and I felt an unexpected pang of sorrow at the gulf between us, and the thought of all the wonders he had missed in his half-lived life.

“When I was a kid back on Earth,” I said quietly, “we had a little hillside farm with a few dozen goats. The way these walls shine reminds me of the way the moonlight lit up the fields at night.”

“Ah.” Comprehension dawned. “You mean sunlight reflected from the planet’s satellite?”